When online dating fails, skimming the bars only leads to empty drink tumblers, and blind dates leave you wishing you were actually blind, what does one do? One blogs. You see, being single is hard. But being a single gay man, sweetly nestled within the live oaks of the deep South is even harder. So here is my attempt to maintain the last shreds of sanity and dignity, by sharing my dos and don’ts of life in the single-lane. From separate checks to dinner date disasters, I’ve honestly seen it all. And now, hopefully you won’t make the same mistakes I have.
I told myself I wasn’t going to cry.
Views expressed herein are my own.